Back to Africa

Big news flash (for those that care)!! I've decided that for a stronger sense of continunity between my african amazons and the fact that it makes things easier overall, I decided to return Jhazira to the continent of her birth; Africa! In that vien, her origin needed a little revising. I didn't get rid of her time in Brazil; I just added some to the story that explain how and why she moved back to Africa. Feel free to read and comment on the new material.

Jhazira was born into a tribe in Angelo, South Africa to a hunter father and weaver mother. When Jhazira was four, slavers belonging to a rival tribe armed with rifles stormed into their village. Not knowing how to deal with new weapon, her tribe was decimated. Jhazira and her parents were captured and her parents were separated. Her father was shipped to Haiti, while Jhazira and her mother was on a slave ship headed to Brazil. During the journey, her mother said, “Man may enslaved your body, but your spirit will always be free.” Two days before the ship hit land, Jhazira’s mother suffered a stroke. The slavers simply threw her body overboard as one would a rotten food. Jhazira was only five years old.

Once Jhazira made it to Brazil, she was immediately sold to a poor man and his wife to be a maid and farmhand on the small sweet potato farm they owned. Jhazira performed manual labor at the farm every day for the next thirteen years. The relationship with the man’s wife went as well as a master/slave relationship could go, but the man and Jhazira’s interaction was less than ideal. The man called Jhazira every name he could think of, and actually invented a few (“Butt Negro” was a personal favorite of his), and regularity beat her. Jhazira however, refused to take this lying down and the man was ill on a regular basis due to Jhazira contaminating his food with her body waste. When Jhazira was determine to be of age, the cash-strapped master entered her in an underground pit fighting arena to make some money off her. Despite having more prior training in fighting, she defeated her first opponent, a fellow slave, on determination alone. Although Jhazira hated fighting for the amusement of others, she enjoyed two things about the fight; one, she like the violence and the surge of adrenaline she felt during the action, and two, that master was angry with her due to the fact that he betted against her and Jhazira won. Jhazira was entered in more fights by her master and he was careful to bet on her this time. Jhazira kept winning and rising though the ranks, getting stronger and more fit mentally as well as physically as time went on. Her master, much to Jhazira’s chagrin, got richer and richer of her hard work, eventually allowing him to move himself (he had by this time left his wife) to an upper-class section of the village. Most of his neighbors didn’t like that someone that they looked down on an uncouth bumpkin dared moved to their neighbor and tried to pass himself off as one of them. They decided that the best way to rid themselves of this hillbilly was to kill his meal ticket, namely Jhazira.

One the night of a big underground fight that the promoter sat up, Jhazira was to fight a mystery opponent. After bribing the promoter with a payoff worth a month’s gate, the neighbor had her opponent secretly brought in. In the main event, Jhazira found herself in a dirty, blood-stained pit looking at a very hungry jaguar. The poor creature looked like it has a hard life with various cuts and bruises all over his body, some of them looking fresh. The two slowly circled each other, trying to read the other’s intentions. Jhazira knew that if the beast given the offensive advantage, she wouldn’t stand a chance of surviving. Not having any weapons on her, Jhazira quickly scooped up some sand and flung it towards the irate jaguar’s face. The attack worked for only a moment, but a moment was all that Jhazira needed. She slide underneath a paw swipe and using her feet, threw the predator away from her. Pressing her attack, Jhazira quickly took off her top and mounted the dazed feline’s attack. Using the article of clothing, she wrapped it around the jaguar’s neck and choked the creature out. Once the monster was subdued, Jhazira let loose a blood-curling scream that echoed throughout the pit.

After seeing the display of strength, courage, and cunning, spectators and slaves alike was on their feet cheering and chanting her name. The rich plantation owners got nervous and did the only thing that they could think of…

They pulled out pistols and started shooting at her.

One of the slugs hit Jhazira on the side of her torso As bullets were hitting the sand floor of the pit, Jhazira’s adrenaline kicked in and she managed to escape the pit in the chaos . Her master was trying to protest the shooting of Jhazira, but he was murdered by a stray bullet. Jhazira ran deep into the Brazilian jungle to evade the pursuers that were hot on her heels. She reached the local river while ebbing in and out of conscious. She floated down the river clinging to a piece of dead log until fished out by native people. Some of the members were slaves in the same village and recognized her from the fights and for her tenacious spirit. She was nursed back to health and after several months of training, bonding with her fellow freed people, and resting, Jhazira dedicated herself to combating slavery, upholding freedom, and protecting her newfound home from any and all threats.

Jhazira spent The next several years fighting slave traders, cults and others whom would threaten her and her way of life, but was getting frustrated at the fact that her efforts to stop the slave trade were ineffective in halting the flow of slaves. She decided that the best way to stop the flow of slaves coming into Brazil was to go to the source; Africa. So one rainy night, Jhazira stowed away on a empty ship that was going back to the continent of her birth. The trip back was long, longer that she remembered from all those years ago. She remembered all the people that rode with her and the atmosphere of horror and uncertainly within the hull of the ship. A few months later, the slave ship landed on the shores of the Ivory Coast. Jhazira, never having been discovered by the crew the entire time that she was on board, slipped quietly off the ship. She took a few weeks to get her bearings in her new surroundings, and using the survival techniques that she learned in Brazil, made a makeshift hut for herself as a base of some sort. With the bone dagger that she got from her old home, as well as some new weapons that she made herself, Jhazira made herself a new vow. She was going to fight for the freedom of those that cannot fight for themselves and defeat evil and tyranny wherever it rears its ugly head.